Last night around 7-10 PM I took a nap.

While dozing off I kept dreaming that the weekend was approaching and I was rather unhappy that I didn't have any plans yet. Then I'd wake up enough to realize that it was Sunday night and I didn't need to worry about it.

I also dreamt that I lived in an apartment in the upstairs of some house that a friend (maybe JE) owned on the east side. It was kind of lonely there, too. I looked out the window and watched rain falling on the road. There wasn't much scenery out there. Past the road was just an infinite, boring, grayish green plane. Maybe there was a tree somewhere.

Then I got up and me and Renee made fun of each others OkCupid profiles and then we watched How to Train Your Dragon.

Then around 1 or 2 I went to bed again.

I dreamt that I was on a domestic flight coming back from somewhere (the last leg of a trip back from Ireland, again?). It was some really cheap airline, though the flight was actually kind of plesant. There was plenty of space in front of me to the next seat, and I could turn and prop my feet up on the wall, which actually opened up so we could get some fresh breeze. But then something started going wrong and they had to close up the walls (which meant I had to quick move my feet so they wouldn't get smashed), and then the plane crashed into a lake. Fortunately the fuselage remained mostly intact and popped back up to the surface and everyone on board was fine. Or at least I was. Next I knew I was in New York (I guess this flight had been from somewhere on the coast westward and hadn't made it very far before the crash). I had a little office with glass doors tucked into a big concrete wall near a canal that I went into to look for a computer or something with which to e-mail people and tell them I was alright (mostly I didn't want my mom to worry about me).

Then it was as if I was visiting Dawne in Georgia. It was night time and we had driven to some park and then gone for a long walk through the park and around some neighborhoods on the other side. There may have been a grocery store involved. For a while I went off by myself and was slightly worried that they had gone back to the car and driven home without me, though I didn't worry about it too much because that was unreasonable.

But then this place was New York again, and I was near the Empire State Building, and then it collapsed. There was all this rubble and dust and people dying and I had to get out of there, so I ran.